As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

Must escape.

Otherwise, I would die. My mother would die. Even Roy would die...

But what to do? !

After taking that blow just now, she couldn't even stand up.

The Flame Demon wasn't too surprised: "Sure enough, he also hid some protective gear."

"you......!"

Lyanna endured the excruciating pain that felt like her bones were falling apart, stood up, and glared at the other person.

Just looking at the figure wrapped in demonic flames made Lyanna's eyes burn.

But she had to do everything she could to delay time.

"What plan are you talking about? What on earth are you planning to do to me?!"

The Fire Demon raised his eyebrows with interest, crossed his legs, looked down, and a turbid and rough voice slowly sounded.

"Well, it seems more interesting to tell you."

"You've realized it yourself, right? You have a power hidden within you that far surpasses that of ordinary people."

"The [Midnightly Royal Python] is the Earth Mother Goddess who ruled over the earth in the First Age. She is a primordial deity with the power of creation. She is on par with the Chief of the Dragons of the Sky, the Twin Spirits of the Forest, and the Lion King of the Hell of the Mountains."

At this point, the Flame Demon's eyes flashed with fanaticism: "But the most important thing is that he has received the gift of the Demon God and is under the command of the Demon King. He is one of the four original kings of our demon race and the one closest to the Demon King!"

"Unfortunately, this power was lost in the human world and is trapped in you."

Listening to the story of the Fire Demon, Lyanna was shocked. Her mouth felt so bitter that she wanted to vomit. She found it hard to accept.

No wonder the leader of the dark magic always says that he is talented, and no wonder he is more susceptible to blood backlash than other dark magicians, because in terms of blood, he is not a human being at all, but a demon.

He was the same demon monster that had killed his father, hurt his mother, destroyed Cassandra's family, and caused such a tragedy.

"I, I am a demon..."

The mere thought of it made Lyanna feel sick to her stomach.

However, the Flame Demon smiled.

"No, no, no, no, your human skin has trapped your power."

"But you will be soon."

Lyanna felt a chill run down her spine. "What do you mean?"

The Flame Demon explained, "It's actually not easy to take away your power."

"I must wait until your bloodline is activated and your divine power is fully awakened before I can take away your power."

The Flame Demon shook his head. "Unfortunately, blood activation requires two conditions. One is to at least reach the intermediate level, and the other is to fully transform into a demon after that."

"Especially the latter. If you want to completely transform into a demon, you need to have a mental breakdown."

"That's why I had to go to so much trouble and plan for many years."

Hearing this, Lyanna finally thought of a terrible possibility.

The Flame Demon cruelly turned this possibility into reality, searing her heart. "What could be more powerful than revenge for your loved ones? What could be more despairing than, after going through so much hardship to successfully avenge your mother, only to discover that she is the devil's accomplice?"

"So, everything is within your arrangement..."

Admiring Lyanna's pale face, the Fire Demon raised the corners of his mouth sincerely.

Human despair is the devil's joy.

Chapter 129 Unbearable

"Unfortunately, there was a mistake in the script." The Fire Demon suddenly sighed. "Diabolos was killed, and you also saw through his plan."

Before Lyanna could rejoice, she was terrified to the extreme by the next sentence.

"But witnessing your biological mother being burned alive was probably enough to turn you into a demon."

"Don't think about it!"

I saw the Flame Demon create a fireball.

Lyanna tried her best and summoned the nine-headed Hydra again, attacking the opponent like crazy.

However, the gap between high-level and low-level is insurmountable.

The Hydra's fangs couldn't even touch the opponent for a moment before being reduced to ashes by the invisible magic flame barrier.

No matter how much she squeezed her extraordinary strength, re-condensed her snake shape, and attacked non-stop, she only got the same result again and again.

The Flame Demon, however, smiled happily, as if appreciating the praise.

Although the creatures that have been corrupted by the demon god still retain their wisdom, their minds have long been distorted.

Undead desire to take human life, succubi desire to destroy human love, and demons are obsessed with destroying people's hearts. Ultimately, demons are deformed monsters who enjoy the suffering of other living beings, especially humans.

After attacking for who knows how many times, Lyanna, whose extraordinary power was exhausted, became more and more confused, breathing became more and more difficult, and she could not even form a complete snake shadow. She finally realized that all this was already doomed.

His father's death, his mother's suffering, his own forbearance and loneliness for more than a decade, his efforts on the path to transcendence, ultimately were nothing more than dancing in the devil's palm. It was so ridiculous.

Lyanna, who had long been numb to the darkness, finally reached this point and glimpsed a ray of light at the end of the darkness.

However, when she reached the end, what greeted her was still endless darkness and bitterness.

No matter how hard she tried, no matter how much she persisted, no matter how patient she was, she could not change anything and could only fall into the abyss in vain.

As she watched the dark purple fireball slowly approaching her mother's figure, Lyanna's misty eyes were stained with thick darkness.

She was familiar with this feeling.

The pain and murderous intent brought by the backlash of blood.

Because she longed for light in her heart and did not want to become a monster, she did not give up resistance and repeatedly stood up for the bottom line of being a human being.

But if I am destined to fall into darkness, what is the point of this humble struggle?

She closed her eyes in pain.

Lyanna, who could no longer endure the backlash of the demon blood, sank into depravity, and her whole body exuded a strong, cold aura that did not belong to her.

But at this moment, the rising and falling breeze brought a whisper that was hoarse and haggard, yet so clear.

Like a glimmer of light at the end of the darkness.

"Senior, I'm late."

Lyanna's eyes suddenly widened, and the demonic aura on her body suddenly dissipated completely.

The surprise only lasted for a moment.

Roy was badly injured.

The black robe on his body was already tattered, with only a few broken dragon scales left on his body. The wounds that had barely healed burst again as he walked, and the flowing blood had already turned him into a bloody man.

He had to lean on the sword to barely stand up.

That faint breath was like a candle in the wind that would disappear in the next second.

Being able to defeat a Sequence 7 with a Sequence 5 is a miracle among miracles, and being able to survive is a blessing.

But now, he can't be left to die.

That light does not belong to me, and I am lucky enough to be able to intersect with it.

Since I am destined to fall into darkness and cannot be with him, how can I watch him perish here?

Then, Lyanna roared with the last of her strength.

"do not come!"

"Leave me alone! You can't beat him!"

However, Roy gave her a somewhat forced smile in response: "Don't worry, it will be over soon."

As always, without looking back, he walked towards the devil on the throne.

The Flame Demon looked at the scarred young man with admiration in his eyes.

"I see, you were the one who killed Diabolos."

"Your clan, hunted by the cultists, often died prematurely, but those who survived were no ordinary people.

"The blood of a Sequence 7 false king...it's been so long since I last saw it."

After sighing, the Flame Demon narrowed his eyes and showed a rare magnanimity: "You can go now."

"The demons appreciate the strong. And I'm in a good mood today. If you leave now, I can spare your life."

In his eyes, the blood of the false king no longer belongs to the category of human beings, and this is also a way to express respect for this special bloodline.

However, the black-haired boy was panting and dragging his overwhelmed body, he took another step forward.

Lyanna's vision was blurry.

The Flame Demon frowned, his tone tinged with displeasure: "Not leaving?"

"No." Roy took another step forward despite the suffocating pressure.

"Why?" The Flame Demon was a little curious.

Roy spat out the blood foam, full of murderous intent: "Because, I can't help it."

"I can't help it. I want to kill you."

The demon of fire, Ifrit.

One of the Four Heavenly Kings who survived the Third Demonic Tide. Legend has it that simply revealing his true form was enough to instantly reduce the human army to ash, burning countless cities and fortresses to utter oblivion. At the time, humanity barely dared to fight him.

High-level demons are terrifying beings that can rival mythical creatures.

Even if it is just a projection, it is enough to easily wipe out a low-level extraordinary person in the blink of an eye.

Rejecting his kindness and making such a big fuss is more foolish than reckless.

But none of that mattered to Roy.

Because he couldn't tolerate it.

Lyanna was a bad woman, but not a truly bad person.

She was just a senior who liked to joke and drink coffee, who appeared dignified but was a bit indulgent in private, who was cruel to her enemies but gentle to her own people, and who would smile at her in the warm sunshine on a leisurely afternoon.

She shouldn't have to endure so much.

And the bastard in front of her was the culprit who took away Lyanna's father, tortured her mother, made Lyanna bear the stigma of dark magic, endure unwarranted suffering, and cry silently in countless nightmares alone.

Without him, Lyanna's life would have been full of light.

Not to mention, as a great enemy of humanity, he instigated Diabolos to kill countless people.

Perhaps retreating, throwing it all away, ignoring it all, and returning to a safe haven is the normal human instinct in order to protect oneself.

But I just couldn't help but want to kill this bastard!

Roy used all his strength to push forward his shaky body, stared at the arrogant demon, and moved forward again.

Sensing Roy's murderous intent, the Flame Demon smiled coldly after a moment of surprise: "Perhaps you think you are a hero."

"But the bird that challenges the sun is just a fool."

"Die."

Dark purple flames engulfed Roy's vision, and at that moment, he activated the panel.

[Confirm to consume 1 Fate Reversal Point and start projecting the road to becoming a king! ]

The crying brown-haired girl, the cold-blooded demon of fire, the devilish flames that seemed to devour the heavens and the earth, all of this solidified in Roy's mind.

Chapter 130: Their Ending

Time and space also solidified.

What follows is the past.

The past came flooding back like a tide, bringing him back to the Second Age to witness the end of the mermaid and the witch.